I might add a shot of one of the beds in the orchard(where all the trees died in the drought) to show how it's just a wire fence away from being a sheep paddock, and was one before I took over and started planting madly. The Spring garden is finishing and all the paddocks have burnt off, it's depressing.
Next is one of those in your face type flowers(like Sprekelia) , the cup and saucer Canterbury Bell. And laast but not least - often seen in my garden, and perhaps the only ones with time to smell the roses, Silk and Gemma, inspecting the deadheaded roses.